Paul had Stephanie pressed against his desk, running his hands over her hips.
"We don't have time, I have to get back to work."
"We have a little time," he said, nuzzling into her neck, making her giggle in return. He pressed a kiss under her ear; he wanted to convince her to stay with him, but he didn't want to get too eager in his office either. He pressed another kiss, lower, on her neck; in return, Stephanie's breath hitched. Her reaction made him braver.
"You like that, huh? You little-," she pushed his shoulders back, he barely budged.
"No. Don't, I hate when you do that, Paul."
"What? I didn't even say it." He didn't attempted to hide his smirk.
"You know what," she turned away from him, trying to slip away, "I have to get back to work again."
"You're kidding, right? You like it when I call you a little slut," he moved his hands to her waist, holding her in place, so he could nuzzle against her neck again. "And don't say it's not true, I've witnessed it myself. I'd get into details, but it'd only cut into our time."
"You're being bad."
"You like it when I'm bad."
"Paul-"
"Have dinner with me tonight," he pressed another kiss under her ear and continued, trailing down her neck, slowly.
"I can't, I'm working late tonight." That made him stop, but only briefly.
"Pfft, no you're not, liar," he went back to work on her neck, now making his way to her collarbone. Enjoying the way her hands were now massaging his shoulders, he pulled their bodies closer together. "Come on, let me make you dinner, I'm making Chinese."
"You don't cook," she squinted at him even though he couldn't see her face.
"Cooking, ordering, whatever, it's the same thing," he starts sliding his right lower hand, sliding over the small of her back, then lower...
"Well, I can't make it tonight, sorry," she moves her hands to his face, gently pushing his face away so she can make eye contact. "Have you checked your texts?"
"Steph," he huffs out a frustrated breath, and lowers his head onto her shoulder, "I want to see you tonight, Baby, and you're not working late tonight. We're done for the week, we don't get any new files til Monday." Stephanie slides her hand into his neat ponytail and firmly pulls it back.
"Ow."
"Check your messages, Paul." He reluctantly reaches into his pocket and pulls his phone out. He looks back at her when he sees a notification with her name on it.
"If these are naked pictures of you, I might be able to forgive you for trying to get away from me."
"Hmm, I don't remember sending you anything, so you'll have to forgive me anyway," she responded with a straight face.
"What are you up to?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
He glanced down at his phone, reading the message on his screen.
Are you free tonight? I need you to put me on my hands and knees and fuck me from behind -Princess
"I'll see you Monday, Paul. Goodnight. "